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“Would you like to go in?”
“Hold on.”
Sienna Winger had been standing outside the half-closed private room door for quite a while now. Deafening music, men’s unrestrained laughter, and women’s syrupy voices continuously seeped out from inside.
Tim Cluncy, the manager of the club, stood half a step behind her, hunched at the waist and so nervous that he barely dared to breathe. He really had no idea what this “Mrs. Hale” was trying to do.
If she was here to catch her husband cheating, then why wasn’t she going in? And if she was heartbroken about things, she seemed awfully calm instead, only staring unblinkingly at the scene inside the private room.
Under the crystal chandelier, a group of wealthy young men was each accompanied by a sexy, curvaceous woman. Some were drinking, some were chatting, and some even openly groped their companions.
Sienna’s husband of three years, Clayton Hale, was no exception.
He lounged lazily on the couch in the center of the room, his long legs crossed and a cigarette pinched between his fingers. Wisps of smoke veiled his handsome features.
A woman in a fiery red dress sat flush against him, completely unbothered by the secondhand smoke.
“Mr. Hale… You’re so young, so capable, and so handsome,” Valentina Cruz cooed. “You can’t possibly be married yet, right?”
Clayton raised an eyebrow. The hand holding the cigarette lifted slightly, and the platinum wedding band on his finger caught the light, glimmering faintly.
“What do you think?” he asked, his voice low and deep, giving away no emotion.
“Oh, you’re so mean,” Valentina said with a feigned pout.
Her gaze landed on his wedding ring, and she playfully swatted his arm. Giggling, she asked, “Then… is your wife as pretty as me?”
Clayton took a drag, exhaled slowly, and glanced sideways at Valentina with a barely-there smirk on his face.
“What? You want to be my wife?”
Seemingly encouraged, Valentina spoke more boldly. “Mr. Hale, I wouldn’t mind just being your… good friend.”
The room immediately erupted in knowing, suggestive laughter.
“This chick sure is direct.”
“She’s way more fun than the supposedly shy ones.”
“Mrs. Hale is probably sneezing up a storm at home right now with how much she’s been mentioned.”
Outside, sweat was already forming on Tim’s forehead. Seeing that Sienna still had no intention of leaving, he raised his hand to push the door open, wanting to smooth things over.
But Sienna pressed a hand on his arm to stop him.
The next second, to Tim’s surprise, and with great force, she kicked the half-open door wide.
The door slammed hard against the wall with a dull, echoing thud. The laughter and flirting inside the room died instantly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes snapped toward the entrance.
Clayton lazily lifted his eyelids. When he saw who it was, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Sienna wore no makeup and was dressed simply. She looked so clean and understated that she appeared completely out of place in this extravagant environment. The delicate features of her face had lost their usual gentleness, replaced by cold detachment.
Ignoring all the probing stares, she stormed right up to Clayton.
“Living the good life, aren’t we, Mr. Hale? When are you planning to replace me as your wife? Make sure to give me a heads-up so I don’t get in the way of you having fun.”
Clayton stared at her with a complicated expression, as though he were sizing up a stranger who had suddenly barged in.
Before he could speak, Valentina—still pressed against him and emboldened by the earlier compliments—launched into a lecture, her tone dripping with the smug superiority of someone speaking from experience.
“Sweetie, there’s no need to get so worked up. It’s in men’s nature to have some fun, so it’s perfectly normal for them to fool around a little on the side like this. Only a failure of a woman can’t keep her man in check.”
As she spoke, she even tilted her chin at Sienna provocatively.
“Instead of making a scene like a shrew here, why don’t you go home and reflect on what you’re lacking, and why you can’t hold onto Mr. Hale’s heart?”
“Well said!” Miles Turner, Clayton’s childhood buddy, chimed in enthusiastically, clapping his hands and enjoying the drama. “You’re feisty, little lady. I like that!”
Sienna lazily swept a glance at the woman and shot back without missing a beat, “What? Women like you—constantly ‘reflecting’ on what you’re lacking—can’t even find husbands in your own hometown, can you? And that’s why you act like a cat in heat, always hanging around other people’s trash cans, rummaging through garbage, and treating it like treasure.”
The words had just left her lips when she grabbed a glass from the table filled with some unknown alcohol and threw it squarely in Valentina’s face.
Valentina let out a shrill scream. In an instant, her arrogant, puffed-up demeanor deflated, leaving her nothing but a drenched mess. The chilled liquid dripped down her head, ruining her makeup and leaving dark stains across her red dress.
“If you hadn’t said anything, I would’ve just ignored you,” Sienna said, setting the glass down and casually dusting the nonexistent dirt off her hands. “But since you insisted on asking for it, I figured I’d oblige.”
“You bitch!” Valentina screamed, trembling with rage.
She turned to Clayton, her voice breaking as she complained, “Mr. Hale, she’s crossed the line! You’ve got to stand up for me!”
Valentina was used to wives yelling and making scenes. Besides, the man beside her showed absolutely no sign of guilt at being caught. Thus, she only grew bolder, assuming that he’d back her up and teach the wife a lesson.
To her surprise, however, Clayton merely brushed the splashes of alcohol off his suit jacket and coldly spat, “Leave.”
Valentina froze. Unwilling to give up, she pleaded with a pout, “Mr. Hale…”
“I won’t say it again,” Clayton said, his voice dropping lower, carrying an innate sense of authority.
Valentina’s face paled. She didn’t dare push it and slunk away, tail between her legs.
The room fell into a dead silence once again, with only the faint background music playing.
Only then did Clayton lift his eyes to look at Sienna. “Why are you here?”
Sienna replied breezily, “To find you, of course—your mom’s instructions. So be a good boy, listen to your mom, and come home.”
The irritation in Clayton’s eyes deepened. He leaned back into the couch, his posture faintly taunting. “And if I don’t?”
“Sienna, enough already. Clayton not going home for the night isn’t exactly something new,” Miles jumped in again, stirring the pot.
“You never used to make such a fuss before—what, did you get up on the wrong side of bed today? When men are out socializing, women should just wait obediently at home, not show up and cause trouble!”
Sienna smiled faintly and calmly sat down in a nearby armchair. “Alright. In that case, let’s all not make a fuss.”
Just as everyone assumed she was backing down and waiting for Clayton to have his fun before leaving, Sienna beckoned to Tim, who was standing at the door. “Bring me the tablet.”
“Huh?” Tim was stunned.
Sienna pointed at the tablet in his hands and repeated clearly, “The tablet. Didn’t you tell me at the door that you have a huge variety of male strippers here? They all have great bodies, and they provide exceptional service, right? Isn’t that this club’s specialty?”
She smiled sweetly. “Might as well. I have some free time now, so I’ll personally do some sampling.”
Cold sweat poured down Tim’s back. He sneaked a glance at Clayton, whose expression was utterly stony, and stammered, “Mrs. Hale, th-that might not be appropriate… Mr. Hale—”
“You’re rambling,” Sienna said flatly.
She stood up, walked over, and snatched the tablet from Tim’s hands. Then, she sat back down on the armchair and began swiping through the screen as if no one else existed, her fingers moving rapidly.
Photos of young, handsome, male strippers with sculpted physiques flashed by one after another. Sienna even commented thoughtfully as she browsed.
“Not this one. His abs are way too exaggerated, like a steel plate. I bet they are uncomfortable to touch. No thanks.”
“Oh, this one’s not bad. Lean muscle, smooth lines. And you can tell right away they’re firm but bouncy, so it must be incredible to touch. Love it.”
With every word she spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop more and more, and to say Clayton’s expression was stormy was an understatement.
Miles stared at Sienna in shock. Unable to hold back any longer, he blurted out, “Sienna Winger! Have you lost your mind?”
But Sienna didn’t even lift her head. “What? You men throw yourselves at anything that moves, so what’s wrong with me enjoying myself a little? I’m still young anyway.”
Miles was rendered completely speechless.
“This one’s way too tall. My neck will hurt just looking up at him.”
“Oh! This one’s good!”
Sienna’s eyes seemed to light up as her finger stopped on a photo.
“Nice, trim waist, and the best part is he’s got that cool, pale skin tone. Just my type.”
After some deliberation, she finally settled on her picks. She handed the tablet to Tim, whose face looked as if he had just eaten a really sour lemon, and spoke as calmly as if she were ordering food.
“These three will do. Tell them to hurry over. I’m just too excited.”
A man’s displeased voice suddenly rang out in the private room. “Are you done messing around?”
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